The fairytale was climbing up a mountain far too steep

I like reading other people's books, especially my dad's. He goes through reading periods and then never finishes any of the books he starts. There's about six or seven books next to his bed that he's reading at the moment. My mum complains, he explains that he feels like reading different things at different times which I totally relate to and she whines that he isn't the one having to lift them up to clean underneath. I say clean around then but apparently this is not the attitude of a cleaner who wants to keep her job.

Sometimes I read my dad's books and tell him what they're like. I did that with FIght Club since he read a third of the way in and then piled other books on top and forgot about it. I'm tempted just to claim it as mine but I figure if he ever reads it and likes it he will buy more Chuck Palahniuk and I will reap the rewards. I'm holding his copy of Breakfast at Tiffany's hostage until he finally gets around to reading The Motorcycle Diaries since he finally watched it, not my dvd that I lent him for a year and then took back but on tv. At the moment I'm still trying to find the time to finish On the Road. I'm in the middle of the last journey down to Mexico now and by god is it crazy. He picked it up from the pile next to my couch and thumbed through it to work where I was. Hugely excited he asks if I've read the bit about Jazz yet. I argued the whole book was about Jazz and he shook his head.

"I mean the crazy bit where they're in the Jazz club and they're all mad on amphetamines."

I was not aware there were amphetamines to be honest. Lot of marijuana and having to remember that tea is slang for marijuana and not laughing at the idea of them getting excited over actual tea. Then again I read far too fast, means I can read something several times over and I never get bored but I forget little details. Somehow this lead to a conversation with my mum about drugs that end in zepam and how they make me think of marzipan and so then whenever I'm reading about crazy or depressed people or what have you I get hungry. Hungry for cakes.

The Last Shadow Puppets that I talked about earlier are awesome, I decided this yesterday on the bus. I didn't want to like them much but dammit if they don't sound like a more polished version of the Libertines which is funny because so many bands came out trying to sound like the Libertines and I hated them. Like the View. Oh how awesome you've worn the same jeans for four days now. This is not even anything worth mentioning. It's not that long a time.